The prompt list for these (if anyone in this beyond-dead fandom is interested) is on my tumblr, which has the same penname as I do on here. Sue me. I'm a simple soul. Enjoy and whatnot. This is adapted from the Snow White in Fariy Tales Every Child Should Know by Hamilton Wright Mable. Its also the longest one yet!

June 4th, 2018

One day in the middle of winter, when the the blossoms of the pear tree fell from the sky like feathers, a queen sat at a window netting. Her netting-needle was of lapis lazuli, and as she worked, and the petals fluttered, she pricked her finger, and three drops of blood fell onto the fallen flowers. The red spots looked so beautiful in the white petals that the queen thought to herself: "Oh, if I only had a little child, I should like it to be as fair as the pear blossoms in spring, as rosy as the red blood, and with hair as blue as lapis."

Very soon after this the queen had a little daughter who was very fair, had rosy cheeks, and hair as blue as lapis; and they gave her the name of Rika Furude. But at the birth of the little child the queen died.

When Rika Furude was a year old, the king took another wife, named Takano Miyo. She was very handsome, but so proud and vain that she could not endure that anyone should surpass her in beauty. She possessed a wonderful mirror, and when she stood before it to look at herself she would say:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Am I most beautiful of all?"

Then the mirror would reply:

"Young queen, thou are so wondrous fair,
None can with thee at all compare."

Then she would go away quite contented, for she knew the magic mirror could speak only the truth.

Years went by, and as Rika Furude grew up, she became day after day more cute, till she reached the age of seven years, and then people began to talk about her, and say that she would be more lovely even than the queen herself. So the proud woman went to her magic looking-glass, and asked:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Am I most beautiful of all?"

But the mirror answered:

"Queen, thou are lovely still to see,
But Rika Furude will be
A thousand times more adorable than thee."

Then the queen was terrified, and turned green and yellow with jealousy. If she had caught sight of Rika Furude at that moment, she would have been ready to tear her heart out of her body, she hated the child so fiercely.

And this jealousy and envy grew every day stronger and stronger in her heart, like a disease, till she had no rest day or night.

At last she sent for a hunter, Irie Kyosuke, who lived near a forest, and said to him, "Hunter, I want to get rid of that child. Take her out into the wood, and if you bring me some proofs that she is dead, I will reward you handsomely. Never let her appear before my eyes again."

So the hunter enticed the child into the wood; but when he took out his hunting-knife to thrust into Rika Furude's innocent heart, she fell on her knees and wept, and said, "Mew, leave me my life; I will run away into the wild wood, and never, never come home any more, and I will even put on a maid dress, if only you will spare me."

She looked so innocent and beautiful as she knelt, that the hunter's heart was moved with compassion: "Run away, then, thou poor child," he cried; "I cannot harm thee."

Rika Furude thanked him sweetly, and was out of sight in a few moments. "She will be devoured by wild beasts," he said to himself. But the thought that he had not killed her was as if a stone-weight had been lifted from his heart.

To satisfy the queen, Irie took part of the insides of a young fawn, which the wicked woman thought was poor little Rika Furude, and was overjoyed to think she was dead. And the hunter then took his services far into the north, lest the queen find his deception as what it was, creating a haven of maids in his new dwelling with the money of his reward, to honor Rika Furude's promise, and also because he loved maids.

But the poor little motherless child, when she found herself alone in the wood, and saw nothing but trees and leaves, was dreadfully frightened, and knew not what to do. At last she began to run over the sharp stones and through the thorns, and though the wild beasts sprang out before her, they did her no harm. She ran on as long as she could till her little feet became quite sore; and towards evening she saw, to her great joy, a pretty little house. So she went up to it, and found the door open and no one at home.

It was a tiny little house, but everything in it was so clean and neat and elegant that it is beyond description. In the middle of the room stood a small table, covered with a snow-white table-cloth, ready for supper. On it were arranged seven little plates, seven little spoons, seven little knives and forks, and seven mugs. By the wall stood seven little beds, near each other, covered with white quilts.

Poor Rika Furude, who was hungry and thirsty, ate a few vegetables and a little bread from each plate, and drank a little drop of wine from each cup, for she did not like to take all she wanted from one alone. After this, feeling very tired, she thought she would lie down and rest on one of the beds, but she found it difficult to choose one to suit her. One was too long, another too short; so she tried them all till she came to the seventh, and that was so comfortable that she laid herself down, and was soon fast asleep.

When it was quite dark the masters of the house came home. They were seven little dwarfs, who dug and searched in the mountains for minerals. As soon as they entered the room they saw that someone had been there, for everything did not stand in the order in which they had left it.

Then said the first, Mion, "Who has been sitting in my chair?"

The second, Keiichi, exclaimed, "Who has been eating from my plate?"

The third, Satoko cried, "Someone has taken part of my bread."

"Who has been eating my vegetables?" said the fourth, Satoshi.

Then said the fifth, Rena, "Someone has used my fork."

The sixth, Shion, cried "And who has been cutting with my knife?"

"And someone has been drinking out of my cup," said the seventh, Hanyuu.

Then the eldest looked at her bed, and, seeing that it looked tumbled, cried out that someone had been upon it. The others came running forward, and found all their beds in the same condition. But when the seventh approached her bed, and saw Rika Furude lying there fast asleep, she called the others, who came quickly, and holding their lights over their heads, cried out in wonder as they beheld the sleeping child.

"Oh, what a cute little child!" they said to each other, and were so delighted that they would not awaken her, but left her to sleep as long as she liked in the little bed, while its owner Hanyuu slept with one of her companions, and so the night passed away.

In the morning, when Rika Furude awoke, and saw all the dwarfs, she was terribly frightened. But they spoke kindly to her, till she lost all fear, and they asked her name. "I am called Rika Furude," she replied with a beaming smile. "Nipah~"

"Adorable! I wish to take her home!" squealed Rena, the fifth.

"But she is already in our home," Mion pointed out. "And speaking of, how came you to our house?"

Then Rika related to them all that had happened; how her stepmother had sent her into the wood with the hunter, who had spared her life, and that, after wandering about for a whole day, she had found their house.

The dwarfs talked a little while together, and then Mion said, "Do you think you could be our eighth player at card games, and finding games, and running games, and tag and seek and puzzle games, and keep up with us in our competitions? If you can, then you shall stay here with us, and nobody shall hurt you."

"Oh yes, I will try," said Rika Furude. So they let her stay, and she was a clever little thing, and almost never lost a game. They played all evening in the cottage and in the forest, and Rika managed very well. And while the dwarves were gone to the mountains to find gold, she got everyone's supper ready, and they were very happy together.

But every morning when they left her, the kind little dwarfs warned Rika Furude to be careful. While the child was alone they knew she was in danger, and told her not to show herself, for her stepmother would soon find out where she was, and said, "Whatever you do, let nobody into the house while we are gone."

After the wicked queen had proved, as she thought, that Rika Furude was dead, she felt quite satisfied there was no one in the world now likely to become so beautiful as herself, so she stepped up to her mirror and asked:

"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is most beautiful of all?"

To Takano's vexation the mirror replied:

"Fair queen, at home there is none like thee,
But over the mountains is Rika Furude free,
With seven little dwarfs, who are strange to see;
A thousand times cuter than thou is she."

The queen was furious when she heard this, for she knew the mirror was truthful, and that the hunter must have deceived her, and that Rika Furude still lived. So she sat and pondered over these facts, thinking what would be best to do, for as long as she was not the most beautiful woman in the land, her jealousy gave her no peace. After a time, she decided what to do. First, she painted her face, and whitened her hair; then she dressed herself in old woman's clothes, and was so disguised that no one could have recognized her.

Takano left the castle, and took her way to the wood near the mountains, where the seven little dwarfs lived. She planned to pose as an honorable old peddler, and thus sell lace and stays to Rika Furude, and therefore strangle her; however, Satoko, the third dwarf, had laid out many traps around the cottage in the woods, and her traps were such as no living man or beast had ever seen. Fifty times that day did the wicked queen fall into a pit where open ground had been, or trip over a rope that not even her subtle arts could detect, was be clasped tight in a woven mattress that carried her up high into the air, to swing and shriek until some kind soul let her down. By the end of it all, the queen was weary and her wares were all ruined, and she had not even been able to penetrate into the nearer reaches of the forest where the dwarves had their cottage.

So the wicked queen returned home, passing her looking-glass as she went, and the mirror said,

"Queen, thou art not the cutest now;
Rika Furude over the mountain's brow
Is still a thousand times more kawaii than thou."

"Shut up." replied the queen, and went to brood in her tower.

At length, she determined to try again. "I must think of something else," she said to herself, "to get rid of that odious child." Now this wicked queen had a mighty army at her command, and full of wrath, she borrowed some of their arms and armor and set forth to cut her way through the forest (and its traps) or die trying.

She exhausted her arrows long before she crossed the mountain, trying to assess the danger of the path before her, and before long her armor was battered and her helm was dented from falling rocks and swinging logs. She had strapped her disguise to her back, for she knew Rika Furude would not like an armed knight into her little cottage, but before long the extensive array of traps and pitfalls defeated her, scattered her wares, and forced the wicked queen to return to her castle.

The mirror spoke as she walked past:

"Queen, thou art the fairest here,
But not when Snow-white is near;
Over the mountains still is she,
Cuter a thousand times than thee."

As the looking-glass thus spoke, the queen trembled and quaked with rage. "Rika Furude shall die," cried she, "If it costs me my own kingdom!"

Then she went into a lonely forbidden chamber where no one was allowed to come, and ordered her general Okonogi to come to her. "There is a cottage filled with treasure over the mountains!" cried she. "Send your men to take it and kill all within!"

The entire army of the kingdom assembled, knights and chargers and foot soldiers all, and went again over the mountains to the dwarfs' cottage. But clever Satoko had laid so many and so devious of traps, that only a small contingent made their way to the cottage, and these were easily beaten by the dwarves with their heavy mining hammers and pickaxes. Okonogi, who had been soundly beaten, retreated in disarray, but not after the dwarves had painted rude things on his armor and Rika Furude herself had shot an arrow through his helmet.

The general returned to Takano and said "There is a tiny blonde devil in dwarve's clothing that lives in that cottage, and the dwarves themselves are protective and fierce, most especially the one with short auburn hair whose war cry is 'I shall take thou home', and neither I nor my surviving men will set foot o'er those mountains again for gold or love or magic or death itself. Forsooth, I, your general, was even soundly beaten by them and sent back with humiliating threats upon my armor, and the young princess considered me so little a threat that she hath also sent thou this message."

And he plucked off his helm, which had an arrow in it, and handed the scroll tied thereof to the wicked queen, who took it and unrolled it in surprise.

Dear Queen Takano

Cute is cute and so am I,
But beauty is in a different eye,
And there can both be a cutest and a fairest
So I'll stay in my cottage and you in your castle so terraced.

–Rika Furude

And the wicked queen finally realized that beauty and adorability were two different things, and glared at her mirror. "Mirror mirror on the wall, Rika may be cute, but who is the fairest one of all?" she cried imperiously.

And the mirror answered promptly;

"Young queen, thou are so wondrous fair,
None can with thee at all compare."

And Queen Takano was contented, and ceased her persecution of the young princess, and Rika Furude played with the dwarves in a victory dance around a pile of armor from the despoiled army, and they all lived happily ever after.

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